The Bedlands, Part 4 #fiction #writing

Tabitha regretted her mean-spirited thoughts about Sebastian immediately after feeling her drool.  She was conscious now, and despising every second of it.

“You alright, Tab? Fuck, I was worried sick about you.”

She felt even worse now, and hated both herself and him in that moment.

“Yeah…what happened? You lose control of the wheel again?”

“Look, Tab, I swear, this giant steel wall came out of nowhere! The horizon went on for miles, and then…”

“You always say that.  Just help me up.”

Sebastian went over to Tabitha, and gently pulled her back from the dashboard, holding her to the seat so that she wouldn’t collapse into the same position again.  She took a few deep breaths, and her lungs bubbled with something known.  Not good.

“I’m not sure what the hell is going on, but it’s screwing with our plans.  We wanted to be on the other side of the bone pit by the end of the day.”

“I don’t care about bone pits.  I want cactus juice for this headache.”

Sebastian silently took some from his pocket, and anxiously watched her drink it.

“That’s it…put it all down.  You’ll feel better in no time!”

Tabitha tossed the half full bag into the wastes just to spite the old man.

“See what you made me do?! I needed that pouch!” Tabitha said, but stopped as she followed Sebastian’s eyes.  They were fixed on the ancient structure, as ancient as anything was in this place.  Wires and tubes stuck out all around the sides of the building, giving Sebastian a run for his money.

“Where did this thing come from? You were right Sebastian, I’m sorry.  This wasn’t your fault.”

Sebastian practically cooed.  “At least this gives us a chance to stretch our legs!”

Tabitha was annoyed again.  “I guess.  You find anything interesting while I was out?”

“It’s the second best thing I’m good at!  Follow me, but not too quickly…”

So, Tabitha followed Sebastian, nursing her aching head and watching as the sunset deepened.  She couldn’t help but think that they had, at most, three days left before there was the 45 minute a year darkness that swallowed everything.  You lost a limb if you were lucky.  They both had been exceptionally fortunate.

They went around the structure, Tabitha trying to remain patient at Sebastian’s slow waddling.  Eventually, they arrived at what looked like an old cemetery.  Mounds of crushed rock dominated the space, dug up bones were everywhere.  It had been pillaged.  Tabitha sighed.  She thought they had hit the jackpot, because even cemeteries were just treasure by a different name.

 

 

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